Idioma Origen:
I can´t believe always the same:
the special illusion of one love,
the flowers grow when you´re not there,
that no from her can break your heart.
I can´t forget the smile on her face,
that took my breath away,
a piece of love in time of rain,
a time of dream and pain again.
My hours fly while I think:
my luck can´t always be the same,
my dreammed girl met at my lake,
I thought I had but ran away.
I wanna hate you
but I love the way in which you see the things,
your hope in life the same as mine,
all what you dream smell like me.
You have the all I expect from her,
I know you will give me one chance,
and if you don´t really don´t care,
I´m strong enough to try again.
My god don´t think: this is a pray,
I cry only to clean my heart,
continue waiting for my love,
who could tremble my soul again.
Idioma Destino:
I can´t believe always the same:
the special illusion of one love,
the flowers grow when you´re not there,
that no from her can break your heart.
I can´t forget the smile on her face,
that took my breath away,
a piece of love in time of rain,
a time of dream and pain again.
My hours fly while I think:
my luck can´t always be the same,
my dreammed girl met at my lake,
I thought I had but ran away.
I wanna hate you
but I love the way in which you see the things,
your hope in life the same as mine,
all what you dream smell like me.
You have the all I expect from her,
I know you will give me one chance,
and if you don´t really don´t care,
I´m strong enough to try again.
My god don´t think: this is a pray,
I cry only to clean my heart,
continue waiting for my love,
who could tremble my soul again.